f i b e r b a s e d

shifting through old papers 
i stumble upon a photograph 
of you and i together 
reflected onto a sheet 
of bending fiber 
with your dimple in full view 
i am reminded of the time 
my fingertips were cradled 
by this small indention 
your sunglasses 
which usually hide your eyes 
are draped over your creased shirt 
leaving room for me 
to read you 
my hand 
resting against your head 
holding you closer to me 
as my fingertips find their way 
into the texture of your hair 
now alone in my room 
with only the remnants of your words 
and visions of you 
i am overcome with remorse 
remembering that today 
your sunglasses remained over your eyes 
and my hands in my pockets